The Brickmaker's song
A house well builded is ne'er in vain
For it neither totters nor falls.
So you may laugh at the lash of the rain
On the face of your sturdy walls.
Here's my furnace ; let none say it ill,
For nobly it serves it's turn,
And here, the maker, with easy skill
And prudence my bricks I burn.
Away with the stones you have bought, rash wight,
For the house you have builded high
Stands naked now to tempest's might.
Then come to my kiln and buy.
Then here's to Cinyra, Agriop's son,
Here's to his brick red shade
For he, so the age-old stories run
Founded our glorious trade
Published in 1568
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